SCARED OUT OF MY WITTS

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I sat alone in the twilight of the evening with a nerve racking feeling that the end was near. What the future held I did not know, needless to say chills ran up my spine. Mother had been gone for three days now, my first time to be completely alone. Butterflies flew into my stomach as I heard the wind whistling through the trees. I knew there was a clean cut task at hand, I had to find my mother, she had an odd tendency to sometimes wander away, but as luck would have it she had never been gone this long.



I reached for my jacket and pulled on my boots. I felt warm as I headed out the door, the cold air hit my face, there was a fresh blanket of snow covering the lawn and path to the back woods. I thought to myself where could she have gone as I tried to put myself in her shoes. Birds of a feather flock to together, birds of a feather flock together, I kept repeating this in my mind, what does it mean? That’s it! The old cabin in the woods, I could smell the smoke from the crooked chimney, my heart started to beat faster, I could taste the adrenaline running thru my veins and now the sky was dark. Making my way thru the pines, branches were slapping in my face and I could hear birds fly off disturbed by my presence. As I came upon the cabin I could see a shadow inside, cast by the light within, it was distorted and I was frightened, should I call out, but to who would hear my cry, the figure, my mother? I leaned against the cabin logs and carefully turned to peer in the window, I saw my mother with my father, and in an instant the lights were out and only the light from the fire could still be seen, I turned away because I couldn’t believe my eyes, and as I turned back the lights appeared again and only my mother was left standing alone. I walked around the corner of the cabin and thru the front door. I held my mothers hand and together we walked home, a gentle spirit led the way.



I have overcome my fear of being alone, I can walk in the woods and feel safe and secure, I can be alone at home and not feel afraid. My mother leaves now and I understand why, she can feel the presence of my father when she is in the cabin, there he is with her and she is happy again. My father was lost in a fire 3 years back. I have grown up since then. I never thought he would leave us in the way he did, but who thinks those things? Today my father is with me in my heart, and forever he there shall remain. Solid as a rock as I grow and change thru time.